Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.